"..."
Jiang Lin sat up, watching the ghost fires still serving hangover soup to everyone, and hadn't quite recovered.
He felt like he had a hangover.
His memory was still stuck at the moment King Jian'an toasted him.
Jiang Lin looked himself up and down. Apart from his messy appearance, everything else was fine.
When he checked his money pouch, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed he hadn't thrown money around recklessly when he was drunk.
But as he counted, Jiang Lin found something… strange?
The strangeness wasn't that something was missing, but rather…
There was a lot more money.
He knew exactly what was in his money pouch, and there was no way he could have misremembered.
So…
Jiang Lin secretly covered his money pouch and cautiously raised his head, looking at the other ghost officers in the main hall.
Had he… robbed someone when he was drunk?
In another corner of the main hall.
Captain Liu, the newly promoted Black Wuchang, was also checking his own condition.
Everything was fine.
However, when he saw the last storage bag, he was stunned.
How did he have so many tables in his pocket?
Captain Liu scratched his head and looked at the other ghost officers. Why would he collect so many tables?
Had he made some kind of deal with someone?
As he was thinking, he met another searching gaze.
That gaze held a bit of curiosity, a bit of strangeness, and a bit of joy.
Meng Po carefully rechecked the accounts and found that the items that had appeared in her pocket were indeed far more than those that were missing.
The extra items were, of course, money.
What was missing were some medicinal herbs and items.
She had clearly made some deals with someone these past few days!
But she couldn't figure out who would spend so much money to buy those things?
Her gaze swept across the hall and suddenly met the confused gaze of Captain Liu, the newly promoted Black Wuchang.
Was it this guy?
...
A first-class ghost officer, whose cultivation had been stuck for nearly a hundred years, also slowly woke up. He immediately realized that he was seriously injured.
He was shocked.
"Holy crap, who hit me? And who won?!"
Although his cultivation had been stuck for a hundred years, he wasn't weak in the middle stage of the Underworld Emissary realm. Who had the ability to defeat him and injure him?!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
Holy crap, could it be that someone had a grudge against him and attacked him secretly while he was drunk?!
He cautiously looked at the ghost officers around him and placed his hand on his ghost weapon.
As soon as he put his hand on it, he felt something was wrong. When he took it out, he was stunned ﾉ)ﾟДﾟ(.
Why was his ghost weapon broken?!
It was a long saber with a black hilt and a black and white blade. When used, the black parts of the blade were as dark as ink, and the white parts were as white as snow.
The extreme black and white together created a strange beauty.
But now, this saber was broken!
Broken?!
How did it break?!
Who did this?!
Who hated him so much that even his saber was harmed?!
This first-class ghost officer was shocked and filled with extreme confusion.
What had happened in these three days?
This had never happened when he attended the annual meeting before.
Who was the ghost who attacked him secretly?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Then he immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the ghost energy within his body to better dispel the residual alcohol and the yin energy brought by the alcohol.
Now that everyone had woken up, the ghost officer who attacked him shouldn't dare to act in full view of everyone!
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"!!!"
There were no bullet comments in the live stream.
But in the human world, one phone and computer screen after another was instantly subjected to abuse.
They endured a baptism of various soups and saliva.
Looking at the vigilant, confused, or shocked expressions of the ghost officials as they woke up…
The viewers pinched their thighs or slapped their friends' thighs to suppress their laughter, only letting out stifled sounds of "fufufufu…"
This was just too much fun~ (*t▽t*)~!
Especially the streamer's vigilant eyes and the small gesture of covering his money pouch. He probably didn't even know where the extra money in his pocket came from, hahaha…
Fortunately, they had held back their survival instincts and hadn't left the live stream out of fear.
However, no matter how excited they were, they absolutely couldn't post bullet comments at this moment!
One by one, the viewers held back their hands, warning themselves that if they posted, they would be finished!
*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*
Some viewers who were used to posting bullet comments even slapped their own hands, left hand slapping right, right hand slapping left.
Absolutely do not have itchy fingers (or hands) and click any buttons!
Resist!
Fufufufu…
...
Jiang Lin originally wanted to tidy up and return to the Eighteenth Hall, because he noticed that the King of Hell was no longer there.
Clearly, the annual meeting had ended, and everyone had to return to their respective posts.
However, after a slight observation, he noticed that many figures in the main hall were sitting cross-legged, seemingly cultivating something.
"They are refining the residual alcohol in their bodies. This 'Drunkard's Bliss' is a very good cultivation aid."
King Jian'an's voice came from the side, and he said in a low voice, "After refining the 'Drunkard's Bliss,' you can also quickly recover your fragmented memories."
"Thank you."
Jiang Lin was stunned, then whispered, and quickly sat cross-legged to refine the alcohol in his body.
He probably didn't drink that much, so the refining speed should be relatively fast.
If he really robbed someone when he was drunk, he could resolve the problem as soon as possible.
'What are the streamers talking about?'
The viewers in the live stream couldn't hear, and they were all itching with curiosity.
But they didn't dare to post bullet comments at this moment, so they could only anxiously wait in their hearts.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. They saw that as the streamer closed his eyes again, his eyebrows twitched.
Then, the muscles on his face also twitched.
The streamer's expression was constantly undergoing subtle changes.
At this moment, no one was looking at the other ghost officials. The streamer was their primary focus!
Suddenly, the viewers' breathing hitched.
………………
(ps: Happy 2022! In the new year, I wish everyone a better self~❤)